Snuggies

I own 2 snuggies.  I did not get them from an infomercial. 
We rock Friday hardcore.  That's right.

Fiesta Puyesta

There was some popular song back in 2001, when Drew and I were in Germany (so young and naive, I actually asked my boss if I could have a 3 month "leave" to go to Europe with my bf.  Really?  Who did I think I was?  It totally worked, though, score!) that had the words Fiesta Fiesta, but Drew insisted INSISTED that they were saying Fiesta Puyesta so emphatically that it became this "thing" that we (he) said all the time.  These things can happen when living abroad and only having 1 person that you can speak with on any intelligent level.

 This is not a story of our intellectual conversations though.  It is actually not even a story about our trip to Germany, though that would be interesting.  Possibly more interesting than this story, which isn't really a story at all but just an announcement that I feel I have just ran a marathon.  Why, you ask?  Because I am finally done with the Fall Teachers Appreciation Luncheon Mexican Fiesta!  Ole! (I'm too tired to bother with the accent).  Have I accomplished more difficult things in my life?  Eh.  Maybe.  Am I being a bit melodramatic?  Yep.  I find it much more fun then being "calm" or "rational" - whatevs Drew.  Sanity is totally overrated.

**As I type this, Emmy is supposed to be in quiet time out here in the family room on the cuddler chair.  (quiet time = no talking, brain rest).  She is doing everything in her power to make constant noise without actually "talking".  Right now she's been making the tick-toc noise with her tongue for the last several minutes.  I'm kind of curious how long she can do that.

Anyways, my brain is so fried from this Fiesta, that I have made no less than 457 typos in this blog post.  Really.  Okay, not really.  457 is just my go to number, as in "Emmy, I have told you 457 times not to remove any items from the hutch!".  It just comes out.  Maybe those numbers have some subconscious meaning to me.  Let's not delve into that now.  Where was I?

Oh yeah, so this luncheon actually went amazingly well, and the teachers all raved about it.  Yay!  Despite the fact that the director of the school failed to mention to the construction crew (major church renovations going on) that we were having a party upstairs.  Long story short (my irony is your friend)  we had to lead all of the teachers through a convoluted pathway through the "prep" kitchen and I can only assume piles of asbestos to get to their Fiesta. 

 

** She broke me.  I tried valiantly to ignore her, but she finally got me to laugh whilst blowing kisses loudly to me for about 5 minutes.  I can only take so much.

So, the Fiesta Puyesta is over. All's well that ends well, right?  You are probably wondering why I have inserted a bunch of random Halloween photos into this unrelated story.  Right? 
Well, that's because...

There. Are. No. Words.


ps - If you are wondering, Drew and I went as "Dinner and a Movie".  And yes, everyone thought Drew looked cute and that I was just a wino carrying around my dinner while the kids trick-or-treated.

Girl Talk

Outside this afternoon:
Emmy: Umm, Mom, did you see that the plant over there with the pink flowers is broken?
Me:  Oh no, I wonder what happened?
Emmy:  Well, nobody ran across it and broke it or anything.  I think it just broke by itself.


At the park while Emmy was pushing her in the swings:
Rosa:  Look Mommy!  My sister is pushing me, my sister!!!

After spilling Drew's water on the floor:
Me:  Just sit up here on the couch and be good for a minute.
Rosa:  No!  I NOT want to be good!

In Preparation For Halloween

We visited no less than 3 pumpkin farms this year.  Can you believe it?  We are now the most knowledgeable folks around regarding the picking of the pumpkins.  Except for maybe the farmers and all.

The first patch we went to to was near our place.  Apparently we went too early because our pumpkins rotted out way before Halloween.  Drew wanted to keep them around because he thought the oozy black goo coming out of them would scare small children.  But, that's a whole different story.

Might I add that is the exact same way Drew holds a bowling ball.  I thought that was inexplicably charming way back when he was courting me.  Haahahhaha, yeah I could barely type that word from all the laughing.

Emmy and Drew also had a special pumpkin carving night together at her school.  That smile - I mean, I just....it's a little scary.  Yes?

Next, Emmy and I went on a field trip to another local pumpkin farm with her classmates.  Actually it was only 6 out of 16 from her class as it was 40 degrees, raining and windy.  My kind of outing!

We fed a corn cob to that there cow.  Yep.  That was the highlight of the trip.  And then Farmer Butch remarked that the black cows were "Black Angus" and all the other parents went "Mmmmm...." and then I got uncomfortable.  Because I mean seriously, they can hear you.  And then that one in the middle gave me the evil eye and I was all "Dude, I don't eat you, you've got no beef with me".  Ahhahahahahahaha.  Wait, I've gotten off track...

Then oh then, we embarked on the journey with my fam to the grandest of all pumpkin farms.  Out in the middle of nowheresville Columbus-ish, Ohio where we drove through a small town that had a bank called "Bank".  Now, you know this is going to be a farm like no other, because what else they got goin' on?

Slides, more slides, pineapple trains, posing as farmy things.  What more could one ask for?  Rosa was past her nap time and really tired at this point, as you can see in the photo.  We repeatedly tried to loan her to Angie and Mike for the night.  She was tired, she might not have noticed.  Alas, they declined.  Whatever guys.  See if we come up to your farm next year.

Because It's Saturday, Quiet Time, And I Have Nothing Better To Do

A weekend post?  Yeehaw!  I'm all spontaneous and stuff. 
So, the other day we had to make an emergency 7pm run up to Walgreens to pick up a toothbrush for Rosa.  Rosa, who has developed a little game I like to call "How many times can I throw my toothbrush in the trashcan before Mommy cracks?".  Five times in a week and a half, if  you are one to keep count.  We should probably take up stock in Oral-b. 

So we loaded up the wee peeps in the stroller and headed up the road. 

It was right as we were in earshot of all our neighbors and their pristine lawns that the girls started singing:
ABCDEFG,HIJKLMNOP....P..PPP!...PPPPPPPPPP!!!!  HAHAHAHAHAH PEEEEEPEEEE!!!!!!!!!
Hiiiiilllllllarious!  Oh, the funnies of a preschooler and her willing sidekick.

Did you hear what I said?  I said PPPPPPPPPP.  Get it???? PPPPPPEEEEEEEEEhahahahahaha!

Dude.  That is the funniest thing I have ever heard!  Where do you come up with this stuff?

Soon I joined in because, a family that sings together about toilet habits...

AhahahahahahahPPPPPPEEEEEEEEEEEE!  I'm hilarious!!!!!!!!!!  PEEEEEEEEEEPPPEEEEEEE.

Maybe I'm regressing, but it actually did become hilarious.  HIIIIILLLLLLAAARIOUS! (said in the loud voice of Jerry Seinfeld impersonating his belly button).

And Rosa is totally preparing to throw already has thrown her new toothbrush away just to ensure another night of this much fun.

The end.
*Please do not be alarmed by the changing format of this blog.  I got bored and decided to do some renovations.  Please feel free to comment if you don't like something.  Or, if you think it's the greatest thing you've ever seen, then definitely comment.

Mrs. Mama

That's what Emmy accidentally called me after we got home from preschool today.  Clearly a result of being around her teachers, but I kind of love it.  I think maybe I should insist on this title from now on. I felt suddenly empowered, like I was the Mother Of All Mothers!, or maybe a character from a bad Eddie Murphy movie. 

Anyways, I was at preschool today helping out during the Harvest Party!  Woo!  I was in charge of juice boxes and creating/bringing 2 games.  We played "Pin the grin on the jack-o-lantern" and "Bowling for ghosts".  Don't be jealous of my extreme creativity.  You too can make small children marvel at your genius with one click of the google search engine.

The kids loved everything, and I am totally zapped of energy.  I have a new and even more profound respect for teachers, having spent a mere hour in the classroom and coming home all sweaty and mentally exhausted, like I had just performed an hour of cardio during an intensive cognitive behavioral therapy session.  What?

I so wanted to post the pictures that I took during the party, but then I had a personal argument with myself (that's redundant huh?) that it's probably poor etiquette to post pictures of other peoples' children, and my conservative side won.  Plus, you would have seen Emmy's Halloween costume in advance, and frankly I can't just give away that kind of moment for free.  My ticket sales would plummet and there would be a whole legal battle that I just don't have time for.
But, I will give you a hint:  it's not a Panda.  Surprised?

Out Of The Mouth Of Babes

Somebody had her first slumber party at Grammy and Grampy's (hint - it wasn't me)!
It was spontaneous and completely random and therefore went marvelously.  She has already asked me when she can have another.  Grammy and Grampy seemed to survive and even looked pleased with themselves.  Drew and I had some quality time with the Roo and everyone lived happily ever after.  Yippee for big girls!

Now, on with the most important part.  Emmy was misbehaving a bit at dinner the night she came home:

Me:  I think Grammy has taught you some bad habits.  
( I kid I kid....well not really)
Emmy:  No Mom, Grammy doesn't have ANY rules!

And that about sums that up...

And another quality quote for you Monday entertainment:
(While playing in our bed this morning, with only her diaper on).
Rosa:  Mommy, your shirt has pockets! (looks down at herself, feeling around a bit) 
My belly has no pockets.

Somebody got a ringpop from Daddy for a special treat.

Somebody thinks the whole licking part is a big waste of time and just gets on with it.

That is all.  Happy week!